Locked up makeshift storage of once useful things long forgotten can be opened up many years later. Short-term memory waves broke decades ago but still wash up on the shore today where a row of new worshippers sit on their meditation boards, as the old did, and wrestle with their desires while they gaze upon their floating temple that guides them through the oncoming set of watery frequencies. And the reflection of my shadow, of who I used to be and all that I was unaware of when transfixed by that practice, oddly fits back into this ramshackle lean-to memory shed that seemed less permanent at the time it was built.
This is beautifully evoked ❤️❤️
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Thank you! 🍄🙏🍄
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You’re very welcome indeed 🌺💝
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Love these images and the beautifully expressive words that weave them together! 🙂 take care, Peter!
Cheryl
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Thank you! 🙏🙏🙏
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Well done!
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Thank you! 🍄🙏🍄
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That’s a great way of thinking about memory!
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Thank you! 🙏🙏🙏
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It is interesting the different things one remembers and forgets isn’t it? And sometimes it seems like there isn’t rhyme or reason to which waves of memory wash up on shore.
Thank you for sharing. 🙂
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Yes, living memory is a strange thing indeed! A weird substance catching what in its net is uncertain and of the very net itself inextricably linked. 🍄🙏🍄
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